Wild air, world-mothering air,
Nestling me everywhere,
That each eyelash or hair
Girdles; goes home betwixt
The fleeciest, frailest-fixed
Snowflake; that's fairly mixed
With, riddles, and is rife
In every least thing's life.

The Blessed Virgin compared to the Air we Breathe, lines 1-8 - Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)

37. The Blessed Virgin compared to the Air we Breathe. Hopkins, Gerard Manley. 1918. Poems[bartleby.com]